Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 21:25:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Hamme
Subject: ED HELPS DADDY AND BECOMES MY UNCLE
ED HELPS DADDY AND BECOMES MY UNCLE
CHAPTER 1: WHAT I REALLY WANTED
I started right after my eighteenth birthday to start chronicling all this,
and I must admit, it has taken me a while.
Daddy and Uncle Ed have been telling me that I really had to wait until I
turned 18 to put this all down. They have always been so good to me, and
everything they have ever said to me has seemed to be what is best. I am
telling this story of the special love I had in my earlier years. Some
call this incest. I hope you won't read this if that upsets you or if my
telling of sex between boys and men offend you. To me, it was always just
right.
Perhaps my earliest memory of my feelings for my father, Ron, would be the
best place to start. My dad was the sexiest man alive to me. He is not
only tall, but also broad-shouldered, muscular and very hairy, especially
when he let his beard grow. He never counted himself a lady's man either,
but mom liked him. I fondly remember mom's tenderness, but the special
feeling of the security that Dad's strong arms gave me when he held me. I
always loved breathing his manly scent, and around him I felt as
uninhibited as I could be, except for Mom's limitations.
But that changed as they divorced when I was only 4. Sure, I still didn't
get to go nude around the house or play with my little stiffy around Mom,
but my every other weekend with Dad, well, things were quite different. I
wouldn't call Mom strict or Dad lax at all. Mother never enforced
discipline with me, and so I acted up for her. She just made me feel
guilty over my body and it's sensations. Dad, on the other hand, I always
knew he was very strict, and I would get that large hand swatting my bare
butt for the slightest disrespect. Consequently, I rarely challenged him.
I guess this was the same feeling of security I got from his allowing me to
be naked when I want, to bathe with him, and to sleep with him naked. In
the mornings he showered me with kisses in the bed, as I lightly would
stroke my hard wiener. It all felt so right.
Still, something was missing. I knew this only because Dad's 7-inch boner
towered my little meat. Dad said that my 2-1/2 inches at 6 years old was a
lot, and I should be proud of it. But mine felt so good! Why didn't daddy
touch his in front of me, since his was bigger, and probably gave him
bigger pleasures? Why couldn't we do this together? I felt, that even
though dad was allowing me such wonderful love, he was limiting it, and I
could not fathom why. I felt very lucky for what I got, though.
Well, daddy worked construction, and he made good money, and although not
being much of a hi tech man, he managed to buy all the computer stuff
available at the time. He also seemed to be quite interested in the early
formation of the Internet, and he spent times on chat rooms and in groups.
What he sought there, I did not know, for I was usually unsuccessfully
fighting sleep as he first turned off the computer games I was playing and
got into his stuff.
Dad was so virile. I loved his ability to get out with me and play sports.
We would throw a ball, wrestle, and sometimes, I would even go the gym with
him. This Friday night, he focused on some rough housing outside the house
when I first got there, and insisted close to bedtime, that I have a bath.
He seemed so nervous as he picked me up this time. I never felt him shake
before, and I hugged him, feeling like something was wrong.
Daddy took off my clothes and whistled like he always did, and made his
usual comments about what a good looking boy was under all those dirty
clothes. He took his own off, and we both stood in front of each other.
He picked me up and plopped me in the tub. He crawled in with me and held
his little man, and gave me a long kiss on the lips as he started to soap
my body, which he always said was so well-toned. He lingered on my
boycock, and it got hard of course, and soaped my sensitive nuts, too, and
scrubbed my crack squeaky-clean. I was quite sure that Dad did not know
how pleasurable that was to me.
He next rinsed me off and had me stand outside the tub as he dried me off.
It looked like his dick was getting stiff, too, but he wasn't letting it
show this time, and put the washcloth on it. I had seen it hard in the
mornings, for dad said it meant you were happy or had to pee.
"Dustin, you can go play a video game on the computer while Daddy washes
his body now. But when I get done, it will be our bedtime." I thought it
an odd remark, because we were usually quite refreshed from a bath, but
taking one Friday night was unusual in itself, since he normally only
worried about that on Saturdays, or when sending me home to Mom on Sundays.
I kissed Daddy's lips and went on into the bedroom, stark naked as we
always were in the evenings before bed. Dad had the heat turned up so I
wouldn't feel cold either. I turned on the computer and I thought I heard
Dad groan from the bathroom. Between that and the shaking, I thought maybe
he was getting a cold.
Dad came into the room and was wet, but quite flushed looking. His long
dick was a bit longer looking than normal, though not hard at the moment,
and very red. He saw me staring at it, and said "Daddy washed his wiener
extra careful, so it is red." He seemed to be shaking again as he pulled
the covers back on the bed and told me to turn the computer off. Then he
picked me up and bounced my naked body on the bed. I just lay there on my
back, and giggled as he climbed on top of me, pinning me with his body. He
gave me a long wet kiss on the lips and he rolled over. I was so exited
that I couldn't help but get hard.
A longer stare at my boymeat never made me more curious. I just had to put
my hand on it to relieve the sensation some. That is when he said what I
would never forget.
"Dustin, do you like how it feels when you rub your little wiener?"
"Yes, Daddy, it feels so good. You told me how it was normal to do that."
I had never had an orgasm though, for Dad had focused on other things for
our play, but I had to find something out.
"Daddy, can I ask you something?"
"Champ, you know you can ask me anything."
"If it is so normal, why don't you ever rub your wiener too? I never see
you do it."
"That is what I wanted to talk to you about, Dustin. You see, Daddy was
doing that in the bathtub, and he didn't want to frighten you. That is why
his penis is so red. You mean you would like to see your daddy do that?"
I nodded as I hugged his neck. His red limp manhood stood to life as he
grabbed it and looked down. I looked down to see that monster meat and saw
daddy rub it for the first time. Since my hands were on his neck, I had to
move them down to his chest to see what he saw, then to his belly, to get a
closer look.
My left hand stayed on his belly. My right hand rubbed my overly exited
boyboner. We seemed to be jacking in unison, and I rubbed Daddy's belly at
the same time to the rhythm of his jerking, too. But my touch was telling
him and me something special.
"Dustin, would you like to touch Daddy's penis? I don't want you to feel
ashamed of anything you want to do when you are with me."
I nodded and put my hand on that big shaft. It couldn't wrap all the way
around, but the soft skin on that hard pole surprised me, and I couldn't
help but want to feel everything, from his balls to the tip of his penis.
I rubbed his dick up and down slowly with the one hand, just like I would
do mine, and I took my right hand off of my boydick to fondle those huge,
hairy balls.
"Oh, Dustin, this is so great! This just happened! It can't be happening
so soooooon!" he exclaimed as his dick started to hump my hand and he
lifted his knees and put his legs around me. All of a sudden, his back
jerked and this thick white stuff shot out of the slit in his dick, all the
way into the air. The hot stuff landed on my hands, his penis, his balls,
and felt so good that I couldn't help but feel this was something just
special for me and for him.
"Oh Daddy. I've never seen such nice stuff before. Is that your love for
me coming out of your penis?"
Dad just picked me up and held me in his arms, and we locked lips. I moved
my crotch around in the sticky stuff on his stomach, and insisted the stuff
on his dickhead touch my crack. After this kiss, he picked up a towel and
wiped us off. I thought he was going to cry.
"Yes, Dustin, it is my love. You made Daddy feel so good. That is the
same stuff that daddies put in mommies and help her make babies, but it is
okay to make it come out when you are not with a woman, too. You won't make
any of that stuff until you are older, but I want to do something for you,
now. Lay on your back,"
I thought Dad would just rub my wiener to get those good feelings going in
me. He did put his hand there as he kissed my lips again. My neck was
next. Kisses on my neck exited me, too. Then he stopped and licked both
of my nipples, and I never thought the feeling added to my dick being
rubbed would be greater. But then Dad stopped rubbing, and I had to wonder
why.
Well, he needed to kiss my wiener. That made sense. I loved my body
kissed, and why skip that part? But, this was no ordinary kiss. The
skinless head of that dick disappeared into his mouth, then the whole
shaft, as he bobbed his head up and down, and he rubbed my balls. I liked
this kind of kissing, but I did not expect the waves of pleasure to start
equaling that of when I stroked my tiny hardness.
Nor did I expect them to surpass them, or in such a hurry. They started
coming in what felt like ripples of water going over my body, except these
were in the inside, moving out from my little cock. And those balls being
so gently rubbed, I started to groan, too. Now I felt a connection with
what I heard Daddy do when he said he had been rubbing his wiener.
Dad slipped his hands underneath my butt cheeks and the pleasure
intensified as he caressed my stocky bubbly cheeks as he sucked me. Only
his thumbs remained to fondle my balls. Then without warning, as I let out
my second long moan, I felt a spasm come from my balls and start to tingle
my dick as it sought release. My whole body started to tense as one after
another of those feelings came.
"Oh Daddy, you are making me feel so goooooooood!" I exclaimed, as I
thrust my dick into his mouth and stroked his hair in appreciation. I
stopped humping and opened my eyes to see Daddy licking my balls as the
last spasm subsided.
I rolled into Dad's waiting arms as he lay back beside me. He said,
"Sport, I am proud that you like this stuff so much. This is normally
grown up stuff, but I don't see why you can't share it with me. Now give
me a kiss, and it can be as grown up as you want it to be, too."
I instantly discerned its meaning. I had seen French kissing on
television, and wanted to try that, but had no one who I thought would
welcome it. I pressed my lips to dad's and forced my tongue inside. Oh,
my, the jump my penis made when that happened. I realized I had never gone
soft yet. Dad put his hand down there and started rubbing it again. I
used my tongue to explore his mouth, as much as a little tongue could. Dad
had other things in mind, though.
I could not believe it as he pulled my lips off of his and slid my butt off
of his belly and onto his upper chest. He stuck out his tongue and licked
my boydick. In no time at all, I got another full blowjob, my second
boyorgasm, and the most satisfying kisses of my life.
As I lay beside him, cuddling, ready to go to sleep, Daddy said, "The
things we just did are our secret. I think you know the world calls them
`bad touches' when they are not. If you want to keep doing this with me,
you cannot tell mommy or anybody."
I readily agreed. But then, I wondered what was next when I heard Daddy
say, "I want to tell you about my friend Ed, who taught me how to do this
special love with my little boy."
CHAPTER 2: HOW TO MAKE AN INSTANT UNCLE
"Ron, are you still on? I couldn't sleep"
"Oh my, Ed, I couldn't sleep either. I am so wound up. I just had to tell
somebody. How in the hell does it happen that you are always there when I
need you?"
"I've been thinking about you and Dustin too, and I wondered if you managed
the boldness to make love to him this time."
"My, I was such a fool for not realizing how ready he was, until you
pointed it out to me. I couldn't help but see you were so right about how
sexual he is. Let me tell you about it..."
And so the conversation went on over computer, as Daddy related it to me.
Daddy had found Ed on a boylover's group, and found him to be the only
professed boylover whom he could trust. So, Ed was the man who had learned
how to make love to boys, give them orgasms, and was teaching other men,
men who would not rape, nor force a boy in any way. Daddy and Ed both
worshipped boys almost and put their pleasure as the first thing.
It was Saturday morning, and Daddy was sucking me off again, even before I
fully awoke. Man, not only were orgasms so nice, but they came so quickly,
as daddy knew how to touch my balls and boyhole. I erupted with my usual
thrusts and moans, and then I turned over and stared my dad's tent pole in
the eye.
This was the time I showed Daddy how much I wanted him to feel good too,
and I loved kissing him anyhow. Why shouldn't I kiss his penis?
I put my tongue on the head, which now was red. Dad gasped. I put my
mouth over the head as he hissed in pleasure. It was all I could get in,
but Daddy had taught me how to bob up and down on an appreciative dick. I
reached to fondle his balls after about the 4th time I put my mouth back on
daddy's darkening dickhead, but those balls started twitching.
"Dustin, Daddy's love is coming out. You might not want it in your mouth!"
The first few spurts missed my mouth, but I had to taste the stuff. I let
the last spurts go in there too, and I swished it around and swallowed.
Man, I thought, I was going to do this for my father forever. I like
swallowing his love.
"Dustin, you tasted Daddy's love. You don't have to swallow that stuff,
you know."
"I know Daddy, it tastes a bit funny, but I just love when that happens, so
I like it in my mouth."
Dad picked up his little man and locked lips. My tongue probed his mouth,
and I put my hand on his softening cock just to feel a last bit of cum
spurt out with a final twitch.
"Bling" the computer made it's Messaging sound.
"Dustin, you can lay here or play. Our buddy Ed and I have to talk"
In no time, Daddy had let Ed fire up his web cam and put his image on the
screen. Ed was topless, and had a lot of hair on his body, like Daddy did.
"Dustin, this is Ed, the man who taught me to make sweet love to you.
Would you like to say hello?"
"Oh yes Daddy, tell him how much I like Daddy's love and tell him I think
he has as much hair on his back as you do."
Well, Dad and Ed talked on, and Ed would end every sentence by putting an
emoticon face that the ISP provided. I would just giggle each time, and
say "Look what he's making the Wal-Mart face do now!"
I felt very grateful to this man, and happy that he was such a lover of
boys, to make them feel good and laugh. I asked Dad if I could kiss his
face on the screen. I almost thought Dad and Ed both would cry right in
front of me.
"Ron, do you think it is time to let Dustin see pics of boys and or men?"
Ed asked my Dad.
"Yes, Ed, and I think he likes seeing all kinds of dad and boy pics, plus
boys having fun with other boys. That is what he just said. Can you
accommodate?"
Within no time, boyloving Ed was sending pics of men sucking their boys
off, or jerking them to boyorgasms. He also sent boys doing the same to
each other, and one certain pic that looked like a boy with my body jerking
off. I told Daddy I loved that one, because that boy was making himself
feel good, too.
But a pause. I did not know what Ed and dad were conspiring. All of a
sudden, a pic downloaded of a boy putting his wiener in another boy's butt.
I did not understand what was going on. My dad even had some questions
about it for Ed, as they continued to discuss that picture for a long time.
"Little man, Ed has left us for now. I need to explain some things to
you."
As I listened, Daddy told me about anal sex, and what boys and men do
sometimes. I wanted a finger up my butt badly, but as daddy slowly slipped
a well-lubed finger in, I couldn't stand the discomfort, and he just
stopped and licked my little hole, in preparation for another blowjob
before breakfast.
That night, Dad and I took a real careful bath. I watched Daddy scrub his
crotch and his hole. We went straight to bed, and I still felt that he had
kept part of his discussion with Mr. Ed from me.
"Dustin, I want to rub your penis. I'm going to use some Vaseline, and you
can put some on me, too. "
Dad put me between his legs with our dicks touching. Oh, wow, lubed
handjobs were much better. But Daddy had something else in mind. He kept
rubbing my penis against his dick, then his balls, and finally, his hairy
butt. Finally, I felt him guide the tip of my horny meat onto the entrance
of his man tunnel.
"Dustin, this is something else Ed has taught me. He has done this with
his last boy. He has been such a good Uncle Ed to his nephew who he did
this with. Would you like to put your thing in Daddy's hole? I cleaned it
for you."
I was so thrilled that I let Dad guide my waiting boytool to his hole and
he told me to push. It was in! I felt so amazed and it felt so warm and
tight, too. I already knew how to hump a hand or a mouth. This tunnel
would be no different. Dad raised his knees, and I was humping to orgasm
quickly.
But I had to remember Daddy. I put both my lubed hands on his rock hard
dick as soon as I had my rhythm down. We smiled at each other, and I
jerked his lubed cock like I wasn't going to be able to do it again. Dad
deserved the best handjob for my new thrills.
I started to moan as the rush came on me, and I pumped faster. That set
Dad over the edge, and a drop of cum shot out his dick, then a spurt, soon
he was hitting the ceiling with his love!
"OOOOh Daddy, you are erupting like a volcano, and I am feeling so good,
too!"
When we both finished cumming, I got off and we kissed, snuggled, and went
to sleep.
Sunday morning, I woke Daddy up. I told him to make sure to tell Uncle Ed
thanks, and that I put my thing in Daddy's hole. And that settled the
matter. I had a new uncle now. Daddy had to tell him.
Well, of course, Ed was flattered as the web cam showed his manly face, and
I thought he and daddy were going to get mushy again, and more so when I
kissed Uncle Ed good morning on the screen. Then, Dad had to ask me
something.
"You know, little man, Daddy always wants you to decide if you let anyone
get naked with you, and have special love. I want to know if you want to
see Uncle Ed rub his wiener on the web cam."
At that point, I turned beet red. I was a bit embarrassed about how much I
wanted this. I covered my eyes and shook my head yes.
Within seconds, Daddy had me sitting on the computer desk, and Uncle Ed had
his shorts pulled down, with a nice man dick, jerking it. Daddy bent down
and sucked on my appreciative penis as I put my hand on the screen, showing
I wanted to touch that man's pretty dick, too.
As I started shaking the computer table by thrusting my boyerection into
Dad's mouth, I saw something just wonderful. Not only did I moan, but much
loader.
"Ohhhhh Daddy my wiener feels so good! And look! Uncle Ed shoots his love
far like you do!"
I watched Uncle Ed do that as Daddy sucked me off, twice that morning.
Then, I kissed daddy, got underneath his chair, and with my hands, worked
on his cock. He had to tell me what precum was, as I never saw it before
that morning. But I swallowed the head of his man meat and sucked on it as
he and Uncle Ed chatted. I had two wonderful sexy men in my life, I
thought, as I swallowed Daddy's love again. I wished I could make love
with my new uncle, too, and Daddy was inviting him to come up as soon as he
could.
Soon, I was going home to Mom, but a very fulfilled little boy. I had no
way of knowing that Uncle Ed was going to have to wait quite a while before
he could come up. I was going to be getting a little brother, almost as
instantly as I got a new uncle. I've yet to write about that.